Breathe

Breathe, oh

Woo, woo, woo

Breathe

One and then the two, two

Two and then the three, three

Three and then the four, four

Then you gotta breathe, breathe

One and then the two, two

Two and then the three, three

Three and then the four, four

Then you gotta breathe, breathe

Then you gotta, uh

Then you gotta, uh

Yo, these **** can't breathe when I come through, Hum 2

Some shoes, gotta be twenty man, it's not even funny, they can't

Breathe

The choke hold's too tight, the left looks too right

You know what? You right, these bitches can't

Breathe

Look, look, they hearts racin', they start chasin', but I'm so fast when I blow past that they can't

Breathe

In the presence of the man, your future looks better than ya past, if you present with the man, you better

Breathe

You **** can't share my air or walk a mile in the pair I wear

And I'm gettin' better year by year, like they say wine do

Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through

And I pace myself, I know these money-hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth

But I keep 'em on a diet, embrace they health

Or either keep 'em on the quiet and space myself and just take a deep breath

I got 'em grabbin' they chest, 'cause it's hurtin' 'em to see Fab in his best and they in they worst

They'd rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the 'Bach

And I ain't just layin' a verse, I'm sayin' the facts

I came back with some sicker stones

That got these broke **** lookin' at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone

Every chick I bone can't leave the dick alone

So I know, it's one of them every time I flip my phone

Breathe

One and then the two, two

Two and then the three, three

Three and then the four, four

Then you gotta breathe, breathe

One and then the two, two

Two and then the three, three

Three and then the four, four

Then you gotta breathe, breathe

One and then the two, two

Two an then the three, three

Three and then the four, four

Then you gotta breathe, breathe

Then you gotta, uh

Then you gotta, uh

Yo, these **** can't breathe when I come through, Hum 2

Some shoes, gotta be twenty man, it's not even funny, they can't

Breathe

The choke hold's too tight, the left looks too right

You know what? You right, these bitches can't

Breathe

Look, look, they hearts racin', they start chasin', but I'm so fast when I blow past that they can't

Breathe

In the presence of the man, your future looks better than ya past, if you present with the man, you better

Breathe

I see 'em on the block when I passes, lookin' like they need oxygen masks, I make it hard to

Breathe

But I keep the Glocks in the stashes, 'cause the cops wanna lock and harass us, and make it hard to

Breathe

They has to react, like havin' a asthma attack, when they see the plasma in back

You dudes are wheezin' behind me

My flow is like a coupe, breezin' at ninety, that's the reason they signed me

The slick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts

Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut

I address the haters and under estimators

And ride up on 'em like they escalators

They shook up and hooked up to respirators

On they last breath talkin' to investigators

I'ma breath of fresh air in fresh pair

Face it, boo, and do it till your face get blue, and then

Breathe

One and then the two, two

Two and then the three, three

Three and then the four, four

Then you gotta breathe, breathe

One and then the two, two

Two and then the three, three

Three and then the four, four

Then you gotta breathe, breathe

One and then the two, two

Two and then the three, three

Three and then the four, four

Then you gotta breathe, breathe

Then you gotta, uh

Then you gotta, uh

Yo, these **** can't

Breathe

When the crew walk in it, pop a few corks in it as quick as a tick in a New York minute

Catch a breath, 'fore you catch a left

Even worse, catch a Tef', only way you catchin' F to the A-B, is in the May-B, rollin' with my baby

Grippin' on a toy that you won't find at KB

I rhyme slick on ya, they gon' have to put the Heimlich on ya

What you know 'bout lettin' dimes lick on ya?

While you inhale the weed and it won't stop till they inhale ya seed

And it don't stop, till I tell 'em to breathe

Like a doctor with a stethoscope

I don't see no fuckin' hope

Unless these motherfuckers

Breathe

Yeah, Brooklyn gotta

Uptown gotta

The Bronx gotta

Queens gotta

Staten Isle gotta

You **** gotta

You bitches gotta

Everybody

Breathe

One and then the two, two

Two and then the three, three

Three and then the four, four

Then you gotta

Breathe

Then you gotta

Then you gotta

Breathe